Everything was going well. Everything except my sisters’ health. She was supposed to be getting better, but she wasn’t. Nikita was coming over a lot, though, helping me out with things because I wasn’t really used to cooking, cleaning and living on my own. My parents still spent ninety-eight percent of their time at the hospital and at work.
I wasn’t upset because of it though. I totally understood.
I was at the hospital a lot too. I usually ended up pissing off my mom because I was skipping school. But she really couldn’t say anything. I was skipping school to see my sick sister.
The only sister I had.
The sister I loved more than anything in the world.
I drove into my driveway after visiting my sister and wasn’t surprised to see Nikita waiting on the porch, wearing a loose shirt an
